But the bank assured him that they'd finance the first time buyers -- who apparently were getting 'more demanding'.
There'd be no problem and we'd be out by Christmas 2007, they said. Even if there was a bit of 'resistance' as they called it, the bank would roll over interest payments, 'kick' out the maturity a few years and wait for the buyers to snap them up.
Sure anyway hadn't everything worked for him before? He was sorted. Breakfast Roll Man had it all going on.
Today, he's looking at his ghost estate. Not one sold. The three auctioneers -- all of whom told him that they'd sell the houses off plans -- don't return his calls. Nothing is working, not even the idea of paying the first three years' interest for first time buyers. Prices are dropping like a stone and there is still no floor.
As for the banks, they are squeezing every last penny out of him. Worse still, the personal guarantees -- or 'PGs' as 'fin boy' called them -- mean that everything he worked for since 2000 is tied to this field on the N3. His whole world is cross-collateralised.
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Bertie had a social contract with Breakfast Roll Man. The Taoiseach did everything he could to keep house prices rising and this gave hundreds of thousands the impression that they were getting rich.
This illusion acted like a prosperous conveyor belt, which we could jump on and in so doing avoid the heavy lifting of hard work. Bertie promised Breakfast Roll Man a get-rich-quick scam and in return Breakfast Roll Man gave Bertie his support and ignored the blatant deficiencies in our public services. All this carry-on on Joe Duffy about class sizes, waiting lists and trolleys on corridors passed him by. The only thing that got him texting was the bleedin' toll bridge.
He even voted for Bertie last time because although house prices were beginning to wobble, he trusted Bertie to sort things out. As far as Breakfast Roll Man was concerned he voted for Bertie not Fianna Fail. But he realises now he was sold a pup. He doesn't know what to make of Cowen.